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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Alison Limerick,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.