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 Zambia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faust to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Gong,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.