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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Brand Nubian,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.