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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Qualms,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Fear,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Roger Hodgson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.