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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sun City Girls 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.