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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Swans,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Can,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.