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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nirvana to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.