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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.