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 Canada and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Association,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.