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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 June of 44 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Chrome,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.