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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suburban Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Don Cherry,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.