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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.