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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
H. Thieme,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.