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 Italy and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 The Smiths to the rock 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Procol Harum,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
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.