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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Index,
cv313,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.