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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Skriet,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Brick,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
The Remains,
the Association,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.