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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
JFA,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.