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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Young Rascals to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Rapeman,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.