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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.