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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.