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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Mars,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.