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 Niger and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.