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 Micronesia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Buzzcocks to the disco 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.