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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
June Days,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Pagans,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
Cluster,
The Associates,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.