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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kas Product,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
the Normal,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.