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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalann,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.