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 Hungary and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nico,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.