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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 John Cale 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Slave,
Mars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.