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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.