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 Andorra and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
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The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Section 25,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Skriet,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
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.