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 Romania and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.