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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Nico,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.