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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Quantec,
Smog,
Anakelly,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.