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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the techno 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Neil Young,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Scan 7,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Organ,
John Cale,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.