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 Mauritania 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 June Days to the jazz 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Michelle Simonal,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Excepter,
Grey Daturas,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.