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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
10cc,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Outsiders,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Saccharine Trust,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.