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 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
The Fortunes,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.