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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.