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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.