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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Eric Copeland,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
The Names,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Anakelly,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.