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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cure,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.