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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 John Lydon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.