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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.