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 Malta and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Underground Resistance 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.