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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.