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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hoover to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
X-102,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.