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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Goldenarms to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.