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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Ponytail to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Maurizio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Visage,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.