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 Guatemala and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.