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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Livin' Joy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Dawn Penn,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
John Cale,
Faust,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.