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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Hashim to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.