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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.