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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Moss Icon,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Oneida,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.