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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Toni Rubio,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Gang Green,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.