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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Television,
The Names,
The Residents,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.