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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Jandek,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.