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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Sällskapet,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.