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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the disco 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
CMW,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Au Pairs,
Wings,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.