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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.