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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
Liliput,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Colin Newman,
The Remains,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Minutemen,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Hardrive,
Pagans,
Pole,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.