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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.