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 Congo and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Seeds,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Monks,
Scientists,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Wire,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Second Layer,
Simply Red,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.