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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Moebius,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Symarip,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.