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 Japan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
X-102,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.