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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Sneak,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.