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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Boz Scaggs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.