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 Iran and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Urselle,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brick,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.