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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 a-ha to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Bang On A Can,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.