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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Wire,
Excepter,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Technova,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Nico,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.