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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Popol Vuh to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
ABC,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.