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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
The Monks,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.