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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.