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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Joe Smooth to the dance 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Nico,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.