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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Anthony Braxton to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Minny Pops,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.