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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.