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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.