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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mars,
Skriet,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.