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 Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
The Stooges,
Tomorrow,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.