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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tommy Roe to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Visage,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.