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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Maleditus Sound,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bronski Beat,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
New Order,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.