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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Japan,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.