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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
UT,
The Raincoats,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Crime,
The Index,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.