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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.