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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Skaos to the jazz 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
cv313,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.