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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Wally Richardson,
Pole,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.