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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultravox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.