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 Namibia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Dave Gahan to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.