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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
The Smoke,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Matthew Halsall,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Chrome,
Junior Murvin,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.