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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Byron Stingily,
Rekid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Pole,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.