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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.