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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.