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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
the Association,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.