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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
Pole,
In Retrospect,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
the Germs,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.