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 Rwanda 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Fugazi to the disco 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.