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 Indonesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.