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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Pylon,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
The Move,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.