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 Malawi and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Chris Corsano 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
Crime,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.