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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Sly & The Family Stone,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
The Zeros,
Radiopuhelimet,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.