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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Magma,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
The Fortunes,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.