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 Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
The Saints,
ABBA,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Visage,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.