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 Algeria and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
UT,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.