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 San Marino and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 clarinet 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 Fela Kuti to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Japan,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Nils Olav,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.