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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Average White Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
The Count Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.