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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Das Ding to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
KRS-One,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.