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 Costa Rica and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Doors 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues,
The Index,
Agitation Free,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.