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 San Marino 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Maurizio,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.