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 Togo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 June of 44 to the techno 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Marmalade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Motorama,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.