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 Guatemala and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.