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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the grunge 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cymande,
Q65,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.