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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Section 25 to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
cv313,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
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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.