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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
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 Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Groovy Waters,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Searchers,
Q65,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.