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 Croatia and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.