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 Sudan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Pretty Things to the dance 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.