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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 ABC to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.