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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Saints,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Josef K,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.