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 Namibia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters 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?
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
ABBA,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.