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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.