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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
X-102,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.