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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Black Flag,
Slave,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Japan,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.