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 Morocco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 oboe 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.