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 Sierra Leone and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Deakin to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.