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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Golliwogs,
Echospace,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
John Foxx,
Leonard Cohen,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.