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 Libya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
The Gories,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.