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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Lakeside,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.