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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.