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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Ossler,
Scion,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.