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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Crooked Eye to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Monks,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.