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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
The Zeros,
DNA,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.