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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Holt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Barrington Levy,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Technova,
Nas,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Grauzone,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
The Residents,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
10cc,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.