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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ronan to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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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.