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 Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Monks,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
Unwound,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drexciya,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.