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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Crime,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Visage,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Zapp,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.