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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.