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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Janne Schatter,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.