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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.