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 Switzerland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Lindisfarne,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.