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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Audionom to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Pole,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oblivians,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.