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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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?
Nas,
Cameo,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
ABC,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
The Cramps,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
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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.
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.