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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Alison Limerick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
UT,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Roxette,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
David Bowie,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.