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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s 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 World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Ronan,
Television,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.