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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 James White and The Blacks 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Aswad,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.