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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.