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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.