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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Liliput to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Standells,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.