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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.