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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.