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 Bulgaria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.