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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
The Names,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.