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 Suriname and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
The Young Rascals,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.