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 Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
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Traffic Nightmare,
Roxette,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.