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 Uzbekistan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Television to the grunge 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Franke,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Hot Snakes,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.