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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Nico,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Television,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.