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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Peter & Gordon to the rap 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.