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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soulsonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Japan,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.