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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
The Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.