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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.