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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Near,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.