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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.