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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Los Fastidios,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Main Source,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Neu!,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.