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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Franke,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Wolf Eyes,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.