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 Laos and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Television,
Urselle,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Arab on Radar,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.