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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.