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 Solomon Islands 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.