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 France and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.