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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.