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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Gang Gang Dance,
B.T. Express,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.