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 Tuvalu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Sound 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Brothers Johnson,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.