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 Uruguay and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s 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 Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.