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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Index,
Pantytec,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.