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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Excepter,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.