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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
John Holt,
Can,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
X-102,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.