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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
PIL,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Q65,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
Can,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Visage,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.