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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Ituana,
The Residents,
Index,
Yazoo,
Smog,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.