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 Estonia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.