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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.