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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
ABC,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.