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 Bulgaria and from Lyon.
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 Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.