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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Desert Stars,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
The Cure,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.