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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.