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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Brick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Ludus,
Eli Mardock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.