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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Maurizio to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Moebius,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.