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 Bulgaria and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
The Techniques,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.