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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Bauhaus,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Symarip,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.