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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the grime 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
KRS-One,
Darondo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
June Days,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.