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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.