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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.