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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.