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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Aswad,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.