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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Main Source 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Erasure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.