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 Malaysia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pole,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quando Quango,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.