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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Angels of Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Chrome,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.