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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks 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?
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Guru Guru,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erasure,
The Evens,
the Slits,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Roxette,
Darondo,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.