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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.