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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Hot Snakes to the punk 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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Technova,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
The Names,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.