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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.