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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Davy DMX,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.