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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.