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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visage to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Television,
Echospace,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
Icehouse,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
X-102,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.