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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Magma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.