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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.