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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül,
48th St. Collective,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.