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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Clarke,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.