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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Scion,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Babytalk,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.