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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Essential Logic to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
MDC,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Mad Mike,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.