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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.