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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonic Youth to the punk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.