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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the grunge 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Masters at Work,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.