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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Can 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Interpol,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.