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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
a-ha,
Rakim,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.