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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the disco 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.