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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare,
Hoover,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.