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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.