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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Television,
Accadde A,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.