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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
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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.
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.