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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Swans,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.