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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Pole,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
10cc,
The Victims,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.