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 Japan and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.