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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.