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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Chrome to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.