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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Residents,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.