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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Slits to the electroclash 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.