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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Arab on Radar to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.