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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.