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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.