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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Cymande,
Pole,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.