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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
the Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Pylon,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.