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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
The Motions,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Nas,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.