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 Benin and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Swell Maps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.