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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-102,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.