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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
cv313,
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eddi Front,
Barrington Levy,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.