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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.