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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Icehouse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.