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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.