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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Byron Stingily,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Masters at Work,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.