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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Monks,
10cc,
Mars,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
The Moleskins,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.