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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Slave,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Nico,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
10cc,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minutemen,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.