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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Reed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
the Germs,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.