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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Eden Ahbez,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Hoover,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.