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 Cambodia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Agent Orange,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Niagra,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.