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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Sam Rivers,
Kayak,
Visage,
Franke,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monks,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.