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 Liechtenstein 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Jeff Lynne,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.