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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 Althea and Donna to the funk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
the Association,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.