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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.