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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dead Boys 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Japan,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.