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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.