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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.