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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Quantec,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
The Leaves,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
10cc,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
June Days,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.