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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
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.
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.