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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Deepchord to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
The Motions,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.