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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.