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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Pagans,
Ten City,
CMW,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.