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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.