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 Yemen and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
New Order,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.