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 Kyrgyzstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crime,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Green,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.