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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Slave,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.