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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Monks,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
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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.