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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Association 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Liliput,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.