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 Indonesia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Mars,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.