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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Raincoats to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Brick,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.