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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the grime 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.