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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Nas,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.