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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Sam Rivers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Neu!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.