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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.