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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.