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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.