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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Porter Ricks,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Bowie,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Chrome,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.