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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Skarface,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Terry Callier,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
This Heat,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical 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.