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 Belize and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Josef K,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.