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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronan to the rock 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
DNA,
PIL,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Can,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.