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 Mali and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Flipper,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
the Germs,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Barbara Tucker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.