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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.