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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
The Residents,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Talk Talk,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Japan,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.