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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Crime,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.