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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
In Retrospect,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.