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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.