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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Motorama,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Scientists,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.