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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
X-101,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.