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 Korea South 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Boredoms,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Davy DMX,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.