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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
MC5,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.