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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
ABC,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Archie Shepp,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.