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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band 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?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Skriet,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Funkadelic,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.