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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Agent Orange,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.