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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Echospace,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Television,
Neu!,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
UT,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.