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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.