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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.