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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Copeland to the punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Public Image Ltd.,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.