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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Rapeman to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Lyres,
Pagans,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.