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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.