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 Malta and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.