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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Lyres,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.