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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Faust,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.