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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Pantytec,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.