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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
T. Rex,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.