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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Subhumans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Slave,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Hashim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
KRS-One,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.