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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.