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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.