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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Qualms,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.