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 Benin and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris Corsano,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.