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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Chrome,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Inner City,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.