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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.