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 Finland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Qualms,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.