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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the grunge 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Skriet,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Gong,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.