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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Porter Ricks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.