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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Can,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Subhumans,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Moebius,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.