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 Lithuania 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Erykah Badu,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.