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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Busters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Accadde A,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.