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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Erasure,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.