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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
10cc,
Wire,
Bush Tetras,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
The Martian,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faraquet,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick Morgan,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.