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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.