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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magma,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Can,
Fugazi,
MDC,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
UT,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.