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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Camouflage to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
ABC,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Hashim,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Los Fastidios,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.