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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.