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 Indonesia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
X-102,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Organ,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.