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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Chris Corsano,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.