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 Libya and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.