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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Germs to the techno 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
MC5,
Faust,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.