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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Black Pus,
Eric Dolphy,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
The Move,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.