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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Archie Shepp,
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.