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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.