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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Index,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.