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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Arcadia,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
MC5,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Liliput,
Bob Dylan,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.