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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Pole,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.