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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 This Heat to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.