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 Oman and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Main Source to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Visage,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
The Move,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.