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 India and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.