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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Eden Ahbez,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.