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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Ronan,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.