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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dead C to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.