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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Connie Case,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.