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 Georgia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Ra Arkestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.