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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Warsaw 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Nirvana,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.