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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hoover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Gong,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
New Order,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.