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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.