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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.