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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.