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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 Lou Reed 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.