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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Talk Talk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Television,
The Saints,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
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.