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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
CMW,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.