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 Suriname and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.