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 Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Harmonia,
CMW,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slave,
The Standells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.