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 Brazil and from Beijing.
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 Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bauhaus to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.