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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Visage,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Yellowson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.