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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
the Swans,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.