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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
John Holt,
The Move,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Slave,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
The Gories,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.