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 Angola and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kaleidoscope,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Heaven 17,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
ABC,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.