Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Hoover,
Skriet,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.