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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
Television,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Whodini,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Pole,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moleskins,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.