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 Nigeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Shadows of Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
DNA,
Smog,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sandy B,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Tim Buckley,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.