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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rap 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.