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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
The New Christs,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.