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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Young Marble Giants,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.