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 Malta and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.