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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
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.