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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
MC5,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.