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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
the Swans,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.