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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Silicon Teens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Sixth Finger,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.