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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Amon Düül II to the dance 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.