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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.