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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Radiohead to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Gil Scott Heron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
a-ha,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.