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 Albania and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Mars,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.