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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 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 Smog to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cure,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Boz Scaggs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.