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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.