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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yellowson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.