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 Burundi and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Pantytec,
Nico,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Electric Light Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.