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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultra Naté 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.