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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.