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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.