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 Jordan 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Faraquet to the disco 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
DNA,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Gang Starr,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.