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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
The Residents,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.