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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.