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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
The Move,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.