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 Albania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.