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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Nirvana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.