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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Association to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Marmalade,
CMW,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Newcleus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.