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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
Subhumans,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.