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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Slave,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Connie Case,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Little Man,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.