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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Monolake,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Interpol,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.