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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.