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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Gong,
X-101,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.