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 Angola and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.