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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jerry's Kids 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.