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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Hoover to the electroclash 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Kayak,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.