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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.