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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Agent Orange,
David Axelrod,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.