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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Interpol to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Rakim,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.