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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
The Kinks,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.