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 South Africa and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Davy DMX to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
The Gories,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.