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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Amon Düül II to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.