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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.