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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Essential Logic,
Robert Hood,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.