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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Magazine,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.