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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Scientists,
10cc,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.