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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Davy DMX,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Index,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.