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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
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Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Ohio Players,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
X-101,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.