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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Freddie Wadling,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.