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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Swans,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.