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 Afghanistan and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.