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 Belarus and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Pierre Henry,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
The Gories,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.