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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
The Motions,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Newcleus,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.