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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
EPMD,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.