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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
the Slits,
Pole,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Drexciya,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.