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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Television,
Josef K,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall,
Kaleidoscope,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.