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 Papua New Guinea 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Quando Quango 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
Minor Threat,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monks,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.