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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
AZ,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Brass Construction,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.