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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
Quantec,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.