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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.