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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Cymande,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.