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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.