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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Joyce Sims to the dance 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.