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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.