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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 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 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lebanon Hanover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.