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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Cramps to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra 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?
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.