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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Schoolly D to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Rod Modell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.