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 Paraguay 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
the Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.