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 Palau 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Radio Birdman,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
The Happenings,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.