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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Black Bananas,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.