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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
Nico,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.