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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 The Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Index,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Darondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.