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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Make Up,
Wire,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.