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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
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 Sex Pistols to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.