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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Deadbeat to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.