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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
Icehouse,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.