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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Excepter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.