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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ossler to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wings,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.