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 Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Mummies to the rock 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.