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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faust,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.