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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.