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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Can,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
AZ,
OOIOO,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.