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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Fear,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.