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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 guitar 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 the Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Oblivians,
MC5,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Fear,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Goldenarms,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.