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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
The Index,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.