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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Roxette,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.