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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.