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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the electroclash 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
The Index,
June Days,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.