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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rekid to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.