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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Bill Near,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Magma,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
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.