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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.