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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.