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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Avey Tare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Ossler,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.