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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gun Club to the techno 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
PIL,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.