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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pylon,
Nas,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
The Barracudas,
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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.
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.