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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Nico,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.