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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Scan 7,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.