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 Slovenia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxette,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.