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 Colombia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 D'Angelo 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Monks,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.