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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deakin,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric Dolphy,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Yellowson,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.