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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Q65,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Television,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Can,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.