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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minor Threat to the punk 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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Brick,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.