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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Divine Comedy to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
the Normal,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
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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.