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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Suicide,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.