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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.