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 Chile and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
the Swans,
Bill Wells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.