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 Congo 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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?
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.