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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
CMW,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.