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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Symarip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alton Ellis,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.