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 South Africa and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Interpol to the rock 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Animal Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
The Motions,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.