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 Costa Rica 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.