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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.