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 Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Warsaw,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.