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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.