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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
PIL,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.