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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.