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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.