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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.