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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Gong,
MDC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Nas,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.