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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
The Stooges,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Unwound,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Marmalade,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.