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 Argentina and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
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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.