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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Television,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.