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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Warsaw,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.