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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
The Move,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.