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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.