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 Jordan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.