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 Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Fall to the rock 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.