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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the disco 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Magma,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Echospace,
ABBA,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Motorama,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.