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 Japan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.