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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.