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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Eve St. Jones,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Dave Gahan,
Pagans,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.