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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.