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 Lucia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Easy Going,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.