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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
The Fugs,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.