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 Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.