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 Lithuania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.