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 Mali and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Boogie Down Productions to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
the Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Easy Going,
The Move,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.