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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
MDC,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.