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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Urselle,
Eddi Front,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.