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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Robert Palmer 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 Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Model 500,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.