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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 The Fortunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.