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 Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.