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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 In Retrospect 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
The Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.