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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Nas,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
ABC,
Pole,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.