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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 The Raincoats to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Television,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.