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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Sex Pistols,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.