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 Panama and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.