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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Birthday Party to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Visage,
June of 44,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.