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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.