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 Niger and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
K-Klass,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Roxette,
AZ,
The Index,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.