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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Pole,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Flag,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.