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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
UT,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Second Layer,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Gang Green,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.