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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Television,
Magma,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.