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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Q65,
AZ,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.