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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.