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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
ABBA,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.