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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 MDC to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.