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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
Television,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.