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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.