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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fear to the crunk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.