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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
DNA,
Faraquet,
cv313,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.