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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Henry Cow to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
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.