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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Reagan Youth,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.