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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.