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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.