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 Congo and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
Hashim,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.